Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 49

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 49 Loss Of Memory

Caspian’s POV:

Dylan and I move like shadows through the forestry in our wolf forms. Dylan’s wolf is a mocha brown, whilst the fur on my paws showcases a lighter, ivory hue. We follow our normal routine route that has been allocated for centuries for patrol units. The path we take is a thin line that penetrates through the gra*s*s, weighed down into a muddy consistency by the numerous paw prints that litter it day in and day out.

Despite being Alpha, I’m not beyond the usual tasks that are given to my wolves. Moreover, I find a sense of ease whilst conducting patrols. We belong to the forest. We were born here, and we shall die here, and I find no greater comfort than being in my wolf form, surrounded by it all. My eyes are accustomed to the vibrancy of the greenery, nose inhaling soft scents of the florals, leading the way with ease.

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That is until I hear a loud splash sounding from the west that halts my movements, ears swiveling to pinpoint the noise, trying to depict the cause. I sense Dylan’s presence, his large head and snout pushing against my flank in confirmation of hearing it too.

‘Sounded like a splash of sorts, from the lake,’ my Beta says through our mind link.

I nod, now finding it necessary that we investigate, as I indicate with a canine gruff, before pulling off the beaten path and galloping towards the noise.

There hadn’t been any further sounds emitted by the time we reach the lake. Both of us sauntering over to the water’s edge, we spread out. Dylan trots upstream while I make my way downstream, leaping and cantering across rocks and debris, with eyes trained on the water for any signs of movement.

Five minutes pass before Dylan rejoins me at my position, shaking his head to indicate that nothing was found. I lift my muzzle to the sky, nostrils flaring as I breathe in the lake’s fresh scents, but nothing seems amiss.

further down the stream,’ Dylan says, lowering his head to the ground, sniffing at the bank in

the sound came from here,’

glimpse of light flickering in the corner of my vision. I snap to look, a rock maintaining coverage over what I wish to see, but a hand sticks out from behind it, a

shift back into my human form, stepping round the large

her limp, cold and w*et body into my arms before Dylan

Lily’s POV:

ingredient, careful and methodical with my approach. Three drops of one thing, a gentle knife

in concentration, whilst my surroundings are encompassed in a slight mist from the simmering potion. I sprinkle another component into the

be in awe of my accomplishments, thanking me for saving their prince. I would finally be redeemed, put back on the

gently dabbing away the sweat at my neck with my embroidered cloth, I

word ‘dead’ comes from my lips in a whispered hiss, slightly paranoid by any unwanted

appearing to seem elsewhere with his thoughts whilst fiddling with his lighter. He twirls the

aggravated by his silence. “Dorian,” I can’t yell, but I at least snap his attention with

lips relax into a playful smile, that doesn’t immediately ease my suspicion. “What’s with the doubt Lily flower?” he purrs c*oc*kily. “Do you not trust in my ability

into his mind games. He sees that I’m not fussed to be toyed with, only rolling his eyes

something about his playful expression unnerves me, my mind wants to believe that the deed is done. Using a ladle, I stir the final mixture of the potion, before pouring it

to this… and you’re sure this will erase all

he tilts it back and forth. He obviously enjoys my reaction, as I edge closer to him in fear

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